MISMATCHED by Jeremiah Walton

Write me the opposite of a kiss
and I will write fire that doesn't need oxygen.

Write me the opposite of a tomb stone
and I will write a womb warmer than any mothers'.

Write me the opposite of red
and I will write the opposite of orange.

I will say there is no good poetry anymore
and you will say good poetry is all around us.

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